My husband is not Latino, but knows quite a bit of Spanish. Growing up he spent many summers at a New Hampshire camp with lots of kids from Mexico and Venezuela. He learned most of his Spanish from the friends he made there (an equal amount of appropriate Spanish and plenty inappropriate Spanish as well). He is, by no means, fluent; but knows enough that I can't get much past him. He also knows enough to think he sometimes knows more than me, the girl who spoke Spanish way before she spoke English.

If you don't watch television or listen to the radio or go online or drive on the road (or live under a rock), you may have avoided all the hoopla for the 2010 census. I can't do a damn thing these days without being reminded I have to return my questionnaire. I understand how important it is to be counted; however, it is a tricky thing--that census form--with all it's pretty little boxes.

On Sunday, March 7, superstar Latinas took to the red carpet to celebrate the 82nd Academy Awards. While Zoe Saldana wore my favorite dress of the evening, it was Jennifer Lopez that had my jaw dropping. I know, this lady always looks fabulous. Even when her outfit may not be so great she still looks gorgeous. What makes me marvel, though, is that she is the mami of twins! When I had only one child it was a project to get out of the house looking half way decent.

Pre-baby, I was a big fan of yoga. I'd go once or twice a week to a local studio. It was cleansing and invigorating and made me feel strong. After baby, I could never find the time. You can imagine my excitement when I discovered Itsy Bitsy Yoga, which is a program for enjoying yoga with your child. I bought both books and have been doing the exercises with my girls since both were newborns. However, I know my girls would love to take a real life class. Unfortunately, we don't have

Did you know March 8th is International Women's Day? It's celebrated globally and draws attention to the "economic, political and social achievements of women past, present and future." I'm not one to jump in on contructed holiday celebrations but being a mami and on top of that a mami to two baby girls on the road to womanhood, this is a day close to my heart.

Your precious, sweet angel you waited 9 long months for has finally arrived. You anticipated cooing and angelic gurgly sounds complete with little foamy spit bubbles of love. Instead you've found yourself with a wailing baby that cries non-stop. You heard about colic but thought (wished, hoped) it happened to other folks and even if you did suffer through it, how bad could it really be? Now you know. It's bad.

This weekend I found myself at Babies 'R Us with my girls. I was waiting on Dessa to choose her box of band aids (she's obsessed) and I told her in Spanish she had to pick one so we could go pay for our carriage of baby stuff. The mami in the same aisle overheard me and asked me if I knew where in the store she might find "colonia." If you didn't know, I live in suburban New England where little Latino babies with earrings and azabaches are about as common as three headed aliens. I broke the news to her that the store didn't carry any colonia (baby perfume) and even

A few weeks ago, I posted about how my two year old is a crazy little chatterbox. Yes, it can get mildly annoying, but I adore her sweet voice. What I appreciate most is that her non-stop chatter is all in Spanish. I can breathe a sigh of relief knowing that all my efforts to raise her bilingual are paying off. I started this bilingual journey by just speaking to my little newborn in Spanish.

Remember a while back when I said I always wanted a mini-van? I still do (never going to happen according to my hubby) but I don't think there will ever be three kids in it—at least not three of my own kids! At some point after getting married, Jeremy and I decided that three children was perfect. A family of five just seemed so sweet. Now, with two girls under three years old, we're, um, changing our tune.

In the middle of this chilly winter, I've got summer fever, I just skipped spring fever and went straight to summer. We live near the ocean and took a drive by the beaches the other day—with the heat blasting in the car and the sun shining in the windows, I could have sworn it was a hot August day. Except for my giant coat of course.

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